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letra de white crow - mvzi

[chorus: mvzi]
who are you b-tch?
don’t make movement
we gone end up taking all your loot, b-tch
riding with a tooly on my lap
you’ll meet it soon, b-tch
grinding till i get the f-cking bag up
with my crew b-tch
yeah

who are you b-tch?
don’t make movement
we gone end up taking all your loot, b-tch
riding with a tooly on my lap
you’ll meet it soon, b-tch
grinding till i get the f-cking bag up
with my crew b-tch
yeah
[verse: mvzi]
i’m a white crow
that’s gone psycho
crazy motherf-cker
feeling like my name is micheal
watch your lines hoe
or get your eyes closed
airing the whole block out
dropping germs, like my sh-ts lysol

getting jiggy with your step
when my forty is at your hеad
if you wanna talk about it
then i’ll treat you like a pеst
never needed anybody
’cause i knew i was the best
if you really wanna die tonight
then be my f-cking guest

i’ma sell my soul
i’m about to roll
smoke a p-ssy b-tch
i’ll flat him like a domino
you’re the one below
i’m still wanting more
i’m the one who’s gonna turn a b-tch into a ghost
b-tch hop out my way before
my blade gon hit your face
i didn’t come here just to play
a little game with all you sk-nks, yeah
i will never change, yeah
i will never break, yeah
woke up from the matrix
i’m deciding my own fate yeah

i’m a white crow
that’s gone psycho
crazy motherf-cker
feeling like my name is micheal
watch your lines hoe
or get your eyes closed
airing the whole block out
dropping germs, like my sh-ts lysol

[verse 2: barzly]
pull up with your b-tch
i’m rocking 80s in my clip
grip these sorry motherf-ckers
tell ’em line it with a zip
i’m a crazy motherf-cker
leave you frozen in the lip
got you crying over nothing
but your b-tch is on my d-ck
i told her
got me f-cked up
biting off the nails nip tuck
running from my demons c
aught me lacking
but i’m next up
prying through your door with a pick
gonna drown some slugs
smoke a couple pounds with a ghost
grinding need a bump

turning all these devils to a god
we gon need a soul
roll a couple dice with some
rum and pencil lol
copped a couple bodies from the river
we gonna smoke a bowl
bit these b-tches necks with my shrap
gonna need a strap

i don’t f-cking know
what to say
with a witch
what’s a stray
i’ma zombie
with his prey
cannot breathe
what you say
but i know that
i’m nothing with a brain
cannot cope
’cause i’m sane
stripped it down
and now i’m lame

talk a lot of sh-t for a b-tch
that likes to say a lot
broke a couple bones
and now i’m here in the center lot
pulling out your guts
yeah, we hungry, gonna need a pot
melting in the bones in the stew
yeah, i got a lot

- mvzi

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